Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARDo I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIAR“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
STEPHANIE BRIARStanding in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
STEPHANIE BRIARStop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
STEPHANIE BRIARI erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
STEPHANIE BRIARLet yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
STEPHANIE BRIARI fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
STEPHANIE BRIARTrauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
STEPHANIE BRIAREmotion = Energy in motion.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIARI am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
STEPHANIE BRIARHe’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
STEPHANIE BRIARYour darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
STEPHANIE BRIARIt quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
STEPHANIE BRIAR